Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Paralytic is part of Sylvia Plath’s poetry collection ‘Ariel’. The poem is told from the perspective of a dying man in a hospital, who can barely remember his wife and two daughters. The narrator has accepted his death, which allows him to transcend the mortal realm free of worldly desires.
It happens. Will it go on?--
My mind a rock
No fingers to grip, no tongue
My god the iron lung
That loves me, pumps
My two
Dust bags in and out
Will not
Let
Me relapse
While the day outside glides by like ticker tape
The night brings violets
Tapestries of eyes
Lights
The soft anonymous
Talkers: 'You all right?'
The starched, inaccessible breast
Dead egg, I lie
Whole
On a whole world I cannot touch
At the white, tight
Drum of my sleeping couch
Photographs visit me--
My wife, dead and flat, in 1920 furs
Mouth full of pearls
Two girls
As flat as she, who whisper 'We're your daughters.'
The still waters
Wrap my lips
Eyes, nose and ears
A clear
Cellophane I cannot crack
On my bare back
I smile, a buddha, all
Wants, desire
Falling from me like rings
Hugging their lights
The claw
Of the magnolia
Drunk on its own scents
Asks nothing of life